The other morning I was standing in my kitchen looking across my back yard and into the canopy of trees beyond. Through the branches I saw what looked like an early-morning sun … but the sun doesn’t rise in that direction. Puzzled, I walked down the street towards the strange vision and saw, on the highest point in our neighborhood, this maple, the tallest tree in our neighborhood. But still, whenever I see it through the branches I immediately think I’m seeing the sun.
